Ice Cube:Ghetto Bird Lyrics

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Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good.You think all the girls around here are trickin' up there lookin' like SuperchickenAt night I see your light through my bedroom window But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencilI can't wait till I hear you say "I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna clownCause every time that the pigs have got me y'all rub it in with the flying Nazimilitary force, but we don't want ya standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher"So fly like an eagle." But don't follow us wherever we goThe shit that I'm saying, make it's heard Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird""Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird"

Now...My homey's here to lick on a trick for a RolexAnd let me try the four next Now the four I was driving was hotter than Julylooked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom"Calling all cars, I think we've got em." I hit the gas and I mashed past InglewoodI think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and WattsLong Beach, bust a U, here come the cops Wish I had a genie with about three wishesMetal flake green on D's I look suspicious You know that I'm runningShit, I hear it humming Fuck, I see it comingIs it a bird? Yup Is it a plane? NoI hit me a right on El Segundo Wanted to holla, had to ditch the ImpalaLet's see if they would folla me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and anothermet me a baby pitbull and his mother Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the windowI wish it was my ten-four had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the ThirdCuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird

"Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat backon. Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna bereal happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh...Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."

Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?See, I didn't want to bank you but don't make me bank you, thank youTried to get yo the hood, and you might guess that a fool like me woulda shot CyrusIncognito, Ghetto Eagle Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park The 735 and I'm bailin'Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man, She helped me run like Harriet TubmanLooked out the window by the black bed I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbedThen the light from the bird hit me in the face I close the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a caseAll that night, I heard the bird circle while I was eating fish and watching UrkelShe said I could sleep on the couch By two A.M. I was digging her outFuck the ghetto bird"Which way is he going now?" "Ok, now..now he's..he's actually southbound..on a service street..and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figureout which service street he suddenly turned off on. Uh, the sheriffs are..are...well I know that...sheriffs ground units got thrown off"